[ though he'd made the first move, he's not really used to fighting with his fists in such close quarters. he prefers the smoothness of blades, the speed and the range they allow. and while he's making fair use of his long legs to try and parry and ward akira off of him with wide sweeps and kicks, he finds that it's not comparable. especially not against someone who fights so personally and yet unlike any human he knows, not when most of his opponents are extraterrestrial, alien at their very core. even the teeth, noted in flashes of his grin...
his temples have also broken into a sweat, crests of his cheeks flushed when he finally lands a hit — a clean, hard, unforgiving punch that makes his knuckles run raw.
he backs off after that, panting and watchful. there's a glimmer of... something on his face. not quite a smile.
[ Akira falters backward once he is hit, holding his abdomen and nearly falling on his ass, but he’s only getting more and more energetic the more he fights with Shou. He hates his teeth, beginning to salivate and gain a wild look on his eyes. Those familiar, demonic thoughts flood his brain— daydreaming about tearing Shou apart— limb from limb and showering his own body in Shou’s blood. It’s a violent thought; hellish and heinous, but these thoughts happened on the daily basis with Akira and ever since Amon melded with him, dreams about this wake him from his slumber.
Something new happens, though. The scars along Akira’s back split open and our pops a pair of demon wings, splattering blood and bodily fluids as the wings out stretch to their fullest length. ]
I’m not like anything you know. Does it excite you to fight this way with me?
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his temples have also broken into a sweat, crests of his cheeks flushed when he finally lands a hit — a clean, hard, unforgiving punch that makes his knuckles run raw.
he backs off after that, panting and watchful. there's a glimmer of... something on his face. not quite a smile.
but not lacking the light of one, either. ]
You don't fight like anyone I know.
[ why? ]
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Something new happens, though. The scars along Akira’s back split open and our pops a pair of demon wings, splattering blood and bodily fluids as the wings out stretch to their fullest length. ]
I’m not like anything you know. Does it excite you to fight this way with me?
[ Cause it excites him. ]